America owes President Trump the restoration of its greatness. The White House is once again shining, powerful and unafraid of the truth.

Zelensky, the chaotic dictator, feeds on war, his mouth a wound that can only be filled with money. He still clings to the American teat like a hungry infant.

Trump confronts him with the truth: “If you didn’t have our military equipment, if you didn’t have our military equipment, this war would have been over in two weeks.”

J.D. Vance gives him the coup de grace: “Peace is the only path forward.” Zelensky retorts – No, he grunts. Like a hyena trapped in a corner. He wants war, because without war, he’s nothing. Without war, he fades into the trash heap of forgotten rebels, another puppet abandoned in the rain.

Trump lets him stumble. He enjoys it. “You’re playing with World War III,” he says, his voice heavy with knowledge. This is not a game of ideals. This is not good versus evil. America is withdrawing its acquiescence, and Ukraine’s fate is no longer its own.

The meeting is not over – it is falling apart. No press conference. No handshakes.

“Come back  when you are ready for peace.” Trump dismisses him as an unnecessary burden.

Zelensky will run to the European Union , chewing whatever scraps it gives him.  Perhaps he now realizes that the world never owed him anything. Maybe he will understand that he is not a heroic leader but a debacle for the Ukrainians..